VcManny - VC Freestyle

Lost some bros, now I'm in the stu grindin'
Linked up with og, wrist be shinin (Shineee)
In Atlanta, with Kapo we be slidin
Don play with ya life cuz my hittaz they wyldin
Got some shooters, hot like Hooters, In and Out the cut
He was dissin till we came through shot the party up
They ain't want the beef cuz of how we cook it up
She ain't know vcmanny
Tell that bitch go look it up
With these cartis on I can see the hoe in you
Aint trip about a bitch I could buy like 4 of you
Drank come in seals dirty up my Mountain Dew
Double cup, throw some jolly's
Pour me up a muddy deuce
Dior Jordan's cost a light 20 racks
Stripper on my dick
Sike naw she on my gat
Crusin' in a forigen like a seatbelt we be strapped
Talkin' he gon kill me, now he all up in a pack
Double up the work like I double up my cup
You og was a pussy like a turkey he got stuffed
Runnin' round the couve with the nina tucked
Cuz if I see somebody getting buked
I'm ballin why these pussys wanna get me
Break you bitches heart thas why she gettin' senti
Know some killers
Boy don't test me
I ain't chase no beef I jus end it with the red beam
Red beam liver red, filled with red lean
Ameri jeans, russian cream, filled with 6 g's
Two fours Inna drank gon be a good sleep
Fuck around watch you end up on a tee
Got some shooters, hot like Hooters, In and Out the cut
He was dissin till we came through shot the party up
They ain't want the beef cuz of how we cook it up
She ain't know vcmanny
Tell that bitch go look it up
With these cartis on I can see the hoe in you
Aint trip about a bitch I could buy like 4 of you
Drank come in seals dirty up my Mountain Dew
Double cup, throw some jolly's
Pour me up a muddy deuce
Second verse like the double to my cup
Heard them pussys dissin really I don't give a fuck
Og always told me fuck the beef jus stack it up
Let the money do the talking
Go and cop the bently truck
Bentley truck, Rolls Royce got the stars when I look up
Lookin up, Vc gang we the hottest up
Out the Couve, red steppin' in some loubs
When you see em forigens speedin know thas my crew
Big bands got em locked up in the safe
Keep it on the hushhhh, CRA up out the way
Tryna motivate like payroll
Get the bag and fuck em dumb hoes
Fuck the dissin, fuck the draco
100 Mill, I'm tryna take home
Crib so fat why it got a gate
I'm my own boss, still ontime if I'm late
Smoking backies in my Tesla dreamin bout the wraith
I'm the brown boy from the couve
With brown bills front his face
Got some shooters, hot like Hooters, In and Out the cut
He was dissin till we came through shot the party up
They ain't want the beef cuz of how we cook it up
She ain't know vcmanny
Tell that bitch go look it up
With these cartis on I can see the hoe in you
Aint trip about a bitch I could buy like 4 of you
Drank come in seals dirty up my Mountain Dew
Double cup, throw some jolly's
Pour me up a muddy deuce

Written by:
Manveer Bhachu

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